It’s the lass full week of October, it’s probably past time for me to get this out of the “Drafts” folder.
Be the Serpent by Seanan McGuire
But that’s Faerie for you. Making sense is something that happens to other people.
It felt like I was standing outside this scene and watching it unfold, like none of this had anything to do with me. Like I should have been able to smile politely, say, “No, thank you,” and walk away, leaving everything exactly as it was before I got out of bed this morning.
Travel by Bullet by John Scalzi
“In this case something called ‘Magic Beanz.’ And that’s spelled like whoever named it failed the third grade.
I nodded at this. “It’s not a legitimate cryptocurrency if it’s not badly spelled. ”
“Drive me nuts,” Mason said. “It’s like people naming their kid Ashley or Braden, but then spelling the name with six “Y”s. It doesn’t make the kid special, it just means they won’t be able to spell their own name until they’re in high school.”
The Days of Tao by Wesley Chu
Once you spend three thousand years in the same place, you are pretty much done with it forever.
An Easy Death by Charlaine Harris
It’s always something to recognize, how still the dead are. Ten minutes ago he’d moved and breathed and thought and wanted, and he’d done his best to kill us. Now all that didn’t matter to him.
Snowstorm in August by Marshall Karp
“It’s called a multipurpose subsea vehicle,” our pilot, Captain Jim Charles, told us, “but I like to think of it as the kind of watercraft Dr. Frankenstein would have built if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with dead bodies.”
The line was probably a standard part of his orientation speech, but he delivered it so deadpan that both Redwood and I responded with the genuine laughs he was expecting.
Dead Man’s Hand by James J. Butcher
It felt unreal that she could be dead. She had always been so powerful, so sure, so wise. Not to mention so paranoid that she did her own dental work.
He took a breath to brace himself for what came next. He could show no fear, no hesitation , and most of all, no pride. You can’t have pride and appropriately handle kids at the same time. It was some kind of universal, or perhaps cosmic, rule.
…coaxing the jeep to life. It sounded like it should be in a hospital bed surrounded by its loved ones, but it started moving somehow…It didn’t help that all he could smell was whiskey and cigarettes, and whatever the opposite of that new-car smell was.
Hell and Back by Craig Johnson
Most live in fear of dying alone, but it was something he understood—that there are things that you can only do by yourself, besides, we are never truly alone. There’s always something out there waiting, it is the nature of life and the nature of death.
For We Are Many by Dennis E. Taylor
“The cat’s A.I. was realistic, right down to the total lack of loyalty.”
“Just when you start to get ahead in the rat race, the universe delivers bigger rats.”
(Image by DaModernDaVinci from Pixabay)
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